I have the world’s most problem-free cat. She eats, drinks, poops, pees, sleeps, and spends her time either curled up at my feet or at my side when I’m watching tv. Never complains about anything or gets into trouble. She loves getting petted and especially brushed. She’s 13.
And she has never done her business outside the litter boxes (she has three).
So it surprised me to find a cat-bladder-sized puddle on the kitchen floor. It was nowhere near the sink or refrigerator. It wasn’t dripping down from the ceiling or wall. It wasn’t coming up from the basement. And the cat’s water bowl hadn’t been disturbed.
But it was colorless and didn’t have the distinctive cat-urine odor. I thought maybe she was sick and producing weak urine. And maybe her illness caused her to have an accident in the kitchen.
So I was gonna make an appointment with the vet. I was preoccupied with other things, so I didn’t call right away. A while later I noticed another puddle in the same place. But the cat had not been in the kitchen.
The kitchen flooring has a raised pattern, separated by small “troughs.” Upon close inspection I noticed that some of the troughs were wet, in the area from the refrigerator to the puddle. AHA!!! The fridge is leaking, and the water wends its merry way across the kitchen floor, finding its way to a low spot where it forms a puddle.
The cat is innocent. I gave her some extra scritches to assuage my guilt over blaming her.
